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Gallery #3

Lighthouse


Even while traveling...I...will...not...miss...a day. For those who missed the initiation of The Gallery, these are little painting exercises that are a result of my attempt to learn water color.

Comments

dive said…
Simple, Elegant. Beautiful.

Enjoy your trip.
okRobyn.. I think it's time for you to start an online gallery for all your art work.
Sassy Sundry said…
Reminds me of Maine. Lovely.
Old Knudsen said…
your art does invoke emotion and feeling, this was a lonely windswept barren beach, a sense of wideness, I can never use colour in art.
Scout said…
You all give me way too much credit. If you could see the actual piece and the pencil lines, you'd know how bad it really is. But thanks anyway.

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